fox repair

At Maoshi the next day, the sky was not yet bright, but there were already people beating and beating in the city, and the sky was full of gongs and drums.

Mo Chen was still thinking about the demonic energy he saw last night, when there was a moan from the big tree, the fortune teller who had slept all night stretched.

Finally woke up.

What kind of person is he who can sleep till dawn when he knows that someone is going to kill him?And this person is also a cultivator with a high level of cultivation.

The fortune teller found a stream, washed up briefly, and then set foot on the road back to the city in the morning light.Mo Chen followed behind him and asked: "Do you want to go back? Do you know who is trying to harm you? Are you not afraid of death?"

However, the answer to him was just a couple of light waved hands, and a leisurely retreating figure from the back.

Hmph, a guy who doesn't know what to do, he dies when he dies, who wants to meddle in your business?Although thinking like this in his heart, Mo Chen followed the fortune teller into the city.

"Mommy, dear mother, you cry a lot when you cry about me, motherly mother, your life is so miserable..."

Throwing pots and lifting coffins, the well-known gangster leader from all over the world is wearing hemp and mourning. He is walking in front of the long funeral procession, howling in mourning, but the expression on his face is intriguing, and he keeps looking into the crowd on both sides of the street. Looking around, as if looking for someone.

This is definitely the longest funeral procession in the history of the city, even more lively than when the county magistrate and his father died.A dog's funeral, for the people in the city, no matter how many years they have lived, they may have never encountered such a thing, so they all gathered together, not for the world's sophistication, not for the sake of human kindness, just to watch A ridiculous farce.

"Mommy, dear mother, you cry a lot when you cry about me, motherly mother, your life is so miserable..."

The punks were still singing funerals, but there were many discussions and pointers in the crowd.

"Huh? Isn't that a crying mother's word? Didn't that bastard yesterday say he recognized a dog father..."

"You forgot, the one who died in his family was a bitch, so if you calculate it like this, you will become a weeping mother hahaha..."

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, it's a funeral anyway. By the way, why didn't you see the fortune teller? If he didn't come, wouldn't the bastard's performance be for nothing?"

"Whether he comes or not, this little rogue usually does a lot of evil and has harmed many people. It's a relief for us to make a little embarrassment."

He had never seen so many people on the street before. Mo Chen followed the fortune teller through the crowd. Because of his height and he couldn't use spells, he slid between the legs of the crowd. He smelled the smell of many people's feet. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I finally squeezed near the funeral procession.

The gangster glanced around, and finally landed on the fortune teller, his eyes lit up instantly, his heart seemed to be settled, he opened his mouth, and his crying voice immediately rose to a higher pitch.

At this time, Mo Chen also saw, beside the gangster in filial piety, followed by a woman in red with long hair.

The woman seemed to have noticed Mo Chen, and suddenly turned her head, her face was as white as paper, her empty eye sockets were full of whites, and she was sticking out her long blood-red tongue, she looked like a hanged ghost.Just when she turned around, her figure suddenly disappeared, and when Mo Chen blinked again, he found that she appeared directly in front of him, with a pale face almost pressing on the tip of his nose.

Mo Chen has practiced for hundreds of years, but he only has memories of the past few decades. He doesn't know if he has seen such things before. In short, he has never seen a ghost since he has memory. He had to shrank behind the fortune teller.

"Little fox, can you see me?" Because most of her tongue was still hanging out, the woman in red was slurred, her voice trembling faintly, and the long and soft tongue was still drool-free, dangling in front of Mo Chen's eyes .

"Hmph, a little lonely ghost, why don't you worship three times and nine times when you see this deity?" Although Mo Chen was afraid in his heart, his words were very firm.

Seeing the white fox clinging to his thigh with its two front paws, the fortune teller noticed his abnormality, leaned over and patted the fox's head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Chen was furious: "Hmph! If you could see something standing in front of you right now, you'd be scared to pee your pants!"

"Oh? You mean the girl in red?"

Mo Chen: "..."

It wasn't just Mo Chen who was stunned, but also the female ghost on the opposite side, who was also very frightened, rolled his eyes, revealing black eyes, and even retracted his tongue in an instant.

"Ah, can this sorcerer see me?" The woman in red smiled like a flower, and looked at the fortune teller like water, how could she look like the hanged ghost just now?It is as tender as the big lady raised in the deep boudoir.

"Well, I can see it." The fortune teller nodded with a smile.

The woman in red has returned to normal facial features, so it can be seen that she is actually very young. If it is a human woman, it would be more appropriate to say that she is young, and she is born with white skin and red lips, and she is still a charming little beauty.

"After so many years, you are the first person who can see me except for the bastard who killed me! The little girl was rude just now." The girl in red smiled happily, curtsying to the fortune teller frequently, then The water snake's waist was gripped tightly, and it turned a thousand times softly, making Mo Chen's teeth sore from watching, "I thought it was strange that the bastard who killed me suddenly mourned the dog last night, and then I heard him say that he met a living god to save his life. Is it you, son?"

Tsk tsk, listen to this address, from a mage to a young master, the turn is very fast.Where does the magic stick look like a son?This blind female ghost is really ignorant. When she meets a male, she starts to go crazy.

Next, the female ghost in red stopped pestering that bastard, and followed the fortune teller all the way, followed the crowd behind the funeral procession, and refused to talk to the fortune teller for a moment, asking questions, talking to a man who fell in love Like little girls.Mo Chen didn't like it, especially when the female ghost hooked a pair of claws on the fortune teller's arm, she wanted to use spells to make a cannon several times to blast her away.

"I see that you have no complaints against that person now, so why don't you go to reincarnate?" Finally, the funeral procession left the city, and the gangster lowered the coffin containing the dog's corpse to the grave with snot and tears. The fortune teller asked Hong clothes woman.

The woman in red was still smiling almond-eyed, but when she heard the fortune teller's question, her brows suddenly turned upside down, and she said angrily, "Could it be that you really came to save that bastard?"

"Since I promised him, I must keep my promise."

"Back then, I was a daughter of a wealthy family, but I was kidnapped and sold here by gangsters. The sisters who were kidnapped with me were sold one after another. The kidnapper saw that I was good-looking, so I stayed until the end. Who would have thought that I would be sold by that animal?" He cut me off halfway and stole me out in an attempt to humiliate me, but I desperately refused, he was afraid that I would attract human traffickers by screaming, so he strangled me to death." The female ghost in red recalled the past with an angry tone, but her beautiful eyes His eyes were as calm as water, and there was no trace of resentment.

"After hearing this, I know how vicious and insidious this man is, do you still want to save him?" The female ghost looked at the fortune teller sharply, and asked again.

"Yes, we need to be saved." The fortune teller still replied.

"What kind of favor did he give you! I thought you were a good person, but unexpectedly, you are just a bastard who uses people's money to eliminate disasters for others!" The female ghost stomped her feet angrily, and showed her original appearance when she got excited, rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue , I don't know if it was intentional to scare the fortune teller.But the fortune teller didn't let her make trouble, but just stood still.

When the gangster sealed the dog's tomb and Baba ran over to salute the fortune teller, the female ghost finally calmed down and stood in front of the fortune teller with her hips akimbo, raising her head provocatively: "Okay, okay, if you want to save him, you have to get rid of him." Me, I want to see how a mortal like you can deal with me!"

"Sir! I have given my dog ​​a funeral according to your instructions. Look at what we said before..." The sun was full of energy during the day, and the gangster couldn't see the female ghost. He didn't know what scared him out of his wits. Standing right in front of him, he only needs to go a little further to touch the embroidered shoes of the female ghost.

"The matter is not finished yet." The fortune teller ignored the female ghost and only said to the gangster.

The gangster looked troubled, and looked around, "Look, sir, this place is so desolate, and it's a long way from the city. You chose this burial place for me. If you want to keep the spirit, at least find a more convenient place. A place...in this wilderness, when the sun goes down, maybe something will come out..."

The fortune teller let out an oh, turned around and left.

The gangster was still struggling at first, so he knelt on the ground and moved forward, and then moved forward, and finally touched the hem of the female ghost's red dress, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he had jumped into a hole in the ice. A red shadow was so frightened that it immediately scrambled and rushed towards the fortune teller, hugging his thigh and crying with a face: "Shou! Shou! Mister, I can't keep the spirit!"

The fortune teller stopped and said, "Okay, since you are willing to keep the spirit here, you have to set up a sacrificial tent, set up a sacrificial banquet, prepare ten stones of cooked rice, ten stones of cooked noodles, and ten jars of clean water. After the seven-day wake, Your grievances will naturally be resolved."

The gangster was stunned, what?Is this going to ruin him?

The female ghost in red next to him interjected: "Hmph! No matter if it's seven days, or seventeen or twenty-seven days, I won't spare this bastard. I'll have to suck up his yang energy before I'm willing to give up! What are you doing to me? "

The fortune teller didn't seem to hear it at all, and explained to the gangster again, and then prepared to go back to the city.The female ghost followed behind him and kept talking, all kinds of provocative clichés, just wanting to know how the fortune teller would deal with her.Even Mo Chen felt annoyed, and said to the female ghost: "Can you continue to go back and pester the person who killed you?"

The female ghost pouted and made a face at Mo Chen, "No way!"

As a result, there were two more troublesome guys in front of the fortune-telling booth on Tianjie Street this day, one was a white fox, which everyone was familiar with, and the other was a female ghost, which no one could see.The queue in front of the stall was still very long, the fortune teller was busy reading fortune tellers, and the fox and the ghost had nothing to do. Although they didn't like each other, they chatted with each other.

"Actually, as the magic stick said, you have long since lost your resentment, and you're not a resentful ghost. Why don't you reincarnate?"

"I want you to take care of it!" The female ghost held her face and stared directly at the fortune teller.

"Or... do you have any unspeakable difficulties?"